Infirmary continues...

David and I went out to dinner last night, since we had a sitter. After dinner, we went to the Apple store to see if they could figure out a problem with his phone. Then we went back to his office to re-synch his phone, which took a while.

And while we were at the office, babysitter called: Sofia was throwing up.

Raced home (and in the midst of everything, totally wiped out David's data, which sucks). Spent all night holding Miss Sofia, who first was barfing (blueberries!), and then pooping every hour.

When David wasn't cleaning up around us, he was frantically trying to fix his phone. So neither of us started to sleep until about 2am.

Sofia seems to be doing a little better this morning, so I left her to sleep with Dada while I drove the boys to school and went grocery shopping. Now I'm home with her.

And neither David nor I feel perfect in the tummy department...